The poem that didn't make it.

Here is the poem, however fond I was of it, that didn't become THE poem that I recited on Easter--that poem that God gave me all in the package.
but this poem, is from me (I know because it loves the parenthesis and it changes tenses and i keep moving the lines about and inserting this or that) But i like it, and it is about the beginning, when i first met God. here,

THIS HOUSE IS AN OCEAN

Your shower begain in the basement of my body,
Your Holy barreling through my body,
Covering all my ache-full misgivings.

The water went widespread inside,
You bringing your best,
My tired arms,
Your thickness at the door of my thrashing.
The lid flew-off
my heart "At last! At last!"
(waiting to be unhoisted).

(Your beaming water).

When Your Vastness came,
Every Mast in me recognized,
when you put the ocean in my house.
(so sail after sail can open and set out).

You're put the ocean in my house,
Every shore of me met,
Every floor felt -- every ceiling reached.
This bath,
this beyond you lay on me.

Now heavenly streaming flows through my body,